My face-to-face meeting with directors of California Writing Project sites all over the state became a Zoom meeting in light of the Corona virus pandemic. I was not looking forward to hours in front of my computer screen, I knew I would miss all the informal opportunities for conversation and camaraderie. But I was wrong. Today’s meeting was energizing and comforting and brought much-needed connection and shared experiences with others who can relate in a world that is suddenly so filled with uncertainty.
Our rich conversations had me jotting down phrases, words I couldn’t forget. And during my beach walk this afternoon, they started to become a poem of sorts. So here’s the early draft…not quite done, found in the words of my colleagues.
Just Wait
In a roiling cauldron of virus brew
we swim
blindly dodging infection
unwilling to get out
sure if we can’t see it, it’s not there
The pandemic spreads
morphing from fear of illness
into a pandemic of disappointment:
canceled events, weekend plans, the coveted spring break
we resist–just this once, I’ll be okay
wash your hands, pump the hand sanitizer
It’s time for each of us to listen loudly
to hear voices of those at risk
each of us is a single brick, interlocking, interconnected
whether we want to be or not
Distance physically
but not emotionally
wash your hands, cough into your elbow
cancel your plans and check on your neighbor
find ways to inject an inoculation of connection
without passing the virus
Write more, read more
Facetime with Grandma, phone call to Dad
and wait…
®Douillard
(And an image from this afternoon’s trip to the grocery store. Empty shelves are so unexpected!)




















